GYPSY'S POVFIVE YEARS LATERI walk out of my real-job boss's office with a big grin on my face. Apparently, ever since I started working here three months ago, the customers and the sales have picked up considerably. Well good. I use a combination of effectiveness and lots of flirting. But I always make sure all the guys I flirt with are aware I'm only messing and don't mean anything when I flirt. That's why I don't tolerate wandering hands.I do the last cleanup and open up the bar. I put on some soft music, moving my body to the tune as I wipe glass mouths. People start to troop in gradually until the place is full.As usual, I serve and flirt and wheedle people to buy more. It's like all the guys are trying their best to catch my attention. I've made them aware I'm unavailable so I guess this is like a competition for them.But this is not the only job I do. During the day, I'm a house help for an old woman who's too stingy to give me anything substantial, the reason I decided t
GYPSY'S POVBy the time I get home, I feel like I'm going to burst from all the rage running through my system. But as soon as I enter my room and my eyes fall on Zeke, all my anger evaporates.My son. My angel. Strolling over to the bed, I stroke his hair gently. He's asleep, his pouted lips slightly opened. He really does look like an angel. Leaning down, I kiss him on the lips. My actions stir him awake."Mummy," He says sleepily."Hello, Zeke, my darling." I croon, kissing him on the cheek."You said you would come to read me a story." His eyes are closed as he says this.My heart squeezes. "I'm sorry, Zeke. Next time.”"Hmm." He murmurs, then his breathing returns to a deep, even rhythm like before as he goes back to sleep.Then there's a loud knock on my door. I stiffen, glaring at it like whoever is on the other side will see it. It's obviously one of Falcon's men.“The boss wants everyone in the dungeon. Now.” My heart skips a beat. What is that twisted fuck planning to do n
GYPSY'S POVMr. Forestry levels me a cool look that's enough to freeze hell. “I think you mean, Mr. Russo. Now if you're done checking me out, let's get down to business.”What? Okay, does he not remember me or what? I was expecting him to go boom and be like 'get the fuck out of my office you bitch!’He doesn't remember me. I do an internal jump and force myself not to scream with excitement.“Are you ready to work for me, Miss Mathews?” Mr. Forestry asks, giving me an assessing look.“Very much, Sir.”“What makes you think you deserve this job?”The question takes me off guard. I thought I was hired. Aren't we past this stage?“Mr. Russo, I really need this job. It's...”“I don't remember us putting up 'dummies for hire', Miss Mathews. I asked you why you think you deserve this job. I didn't ask you to beg for it like a desperate bitch.”I flinch at the bite in his tone. Jeez, what's his problem? Is he only pretending not to remember me? Or is he always such an asshole.Of course. N
GYPSY'S POVI hold my breath as I enter the foyer of Russo Enterprises the next morning. Letting it go in a deep exhalation, I step out and begin to cross the reception.As I pass my coworkers, I get looks depicting varying degrees of surprise, pity...and disgust.The last one makes me wince internally even with my head held high. Obviously, none of them expected me to come back after the humiliation Mr. Forestry put me through yesterday.But they don't need a job as much as I do. It was a miracle that I got this job in the first place, and I'm not going to back down simply because my boss is a douchebag.I'm going to make sure to win him over. To impress him until he even starts giving me time breaks to spend with my son.At the moment, Zeke is in his best friend, Purab's house. The mother of Purab, Mrs Mehra, adores Zeke, and when I told her about my predicament and my job, she offered to babysit Zeke for me free of charge since she's a housewife.She's such a kindhearted woman.Aft
ENZO'S POVThe whole world freezes when Gypsy suddenly lands on the floor with a loud thud at my office door. So do I, until reality slaps me in the face three seconds later. I jolt out of my desk and run to her side."Gypsy?" I cradle her cheek in my palm, then say in serious voice. "This isn't funny. If you think pretending to faint is gonna make me less strict on you, then you're insane."I wait for her eyes to open and yet nothing happens. Panic puts me right in a wringer as I hold her upper body up and place it on my thighs."What the fuck! Gypsy wake the hell up. This isn't funny. Gypsy?"Damnit.Crouching, I sweep her up into my arms bridal style and hurriedly make my way to the elevator. Getting her into my car, I drive like a lunatic. Fuck any police who tries to stop me for speeding. If something happens to Gypsy...Fuck I can't even entertain the thought of something happening to her. When we get to the hospital. I look for a spot to park.After parking, I get out, move to
Arrow Falcon was fuming. His whole body felt like a quivering volcano just waiting to erupt. Lava-hot rage surged through his veins.How dared he? After Falcon himself had requested that Enzo intentionally lose the fight, the bastard had still gone on and won.And now so much money was gone because of him.As soon as the driver brought the car to a stop, Falcon stormed out of the car and hurried into his house. He didn't greet his minions like he did everyday. And he knew they were going to know something was off.He saw three of his guards standing and laughing together about something. They halted when they saw him, and he glared hotly at them.“Tell one of the whores to come serve me a drink.” He growled.He obviously surprised them with his tone because they all flinched before one set out to obey the command and the other two went in different directions. Falcon headed straight for his study room like usual. Grabbing the glass he usually drank his whiskey from, he flung it violen
GYPSY'S POV🎶Now the sun turns out his light,Good night, sleep tight.Dream sweet dreams for me,Dream sweet dreams for you.Good night,Good night, everybody,Everybody, everywhere,Good night.🎶I shut my eyes after the lullaby ends and force a yawn out of myself, ready to sleep like I've been for the past three hours.Five minutes later, I'm staring eyes wide into the darkness. Ugh. What the heck?Instead of darkness, the only thing I see when I close my eyes are forest green eyes that make me feel so lost when I look into them.Which confuses the hell out of me. Their owner is an asswipe, a jerk and a bastard. Not to forget douchebag. Remembering those eyes should be filling me with anger and rage.Not butterflies.Now I'm acting like a fucking drama queen, singing myself lullabies and force yawning several times to get sleep aware that I'm ready to be in it's kingdom.Thinking about eyes I'll never see again. I sigh. I realize what that sigh means and let out a groan. I immedi
GYPSY'S POVThis feels like Deja Vu.I step out of the elevator the next morning, deciding to pretend like everything is normal. Like I'm not just returning to work after resigning last night. Reality slaps me in the face. This is not deja vu at all. Because this time, I'm not here with good intentions. I'm here to spy on Enzo, to betray him.My heart squeezes painfully inside my chest, yet I put on a smile, greeting an executive as I pass by him and head for the coffee room.This time, the coffee is already brewed, so I just collect some and make my way out. The muscles in my stomach get tenser as I approach Enzo's door.About two meters away, the door parts open slightly. Then I hear Lena's loud and defiant voice.“It's not my fault that nobody has been able to please you in the past two years, Lorenzo.” Stepping out, she slams the door.One thing I realized in my two days around was that Lena is the only one who doesn't seem intimidated by Mr. Forestry. She calls him out on his bu